love friendship poem

uplifting, as the wind blew
over the river, on the hill
up to her chamber window
gloom
soft as the bed in the earth
when night drifts along the streets of the city
the agony of having too much power
moonlight deep and tender
master of human destinies am i
there are gains for all our losses
in an old chamber softly lit
he'd even have his joke
under the harvest moon